#13638 - This seat has its own plan

The grand hall of the Demon Tower was magnificent and solemn, filled with a suffocating aura. The architectural style of the hall leaned towards ancient Gothic, with towering domes extending towards the sky like the skeleton of a giant beast, engraved with mysterious and complex magic patterns that emitted a faint black light.

The black marble pillars were thick and tall, also covered with reliefs of various demonic creatures, as if telling the story of the Demon Tower's past formidable power. The ground was paved with huge bluestone slabs, each with irregular blood-red patterns, like the bloodline of ancient demons flowing.

The surrounding walls were hung with huge portraits, all of which were of past powerhouses of the Demon Tower. Their eyes were cold and majestic, looking down upon everyone in the hall from various angles.

In the corners, there were some strangely shaped bronze candlesticks, burning with eerie blue flames. The flames flickered, bringing a strange light and shadow effect to the entire hall.

Zhong Xuan sat high on the throne symbolizing supreme authority, his heart filled with complex emotions towards Ling Xiao.

On one hand, he had long coveted the treasures in Ling Xiao's hands, and on the other hand, he knew that Ling Xiao was not an easy opponent. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. In his eyes, this world was like his chessboard, and Ling Xiao was just a pawn in his plan.

He seemed to be sitting calmly on the throne, but in reality, he was plotting how to perfectly implement his plan, full of confidence in his upcoming layout. He believed that he would be able to control Ling Xiao in the palm of his hand.

On both sides were the strongmen of the Demon Tower, each with a powerful aura, yet at this moment, they all appeared exceptionally respectful.

One of them, named Mo Sha, was burly and tall, with bulging muscles. His exposed skin was covered with black scales, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, flashing with cruel and bloodthirsty light. He was known for his martial prowess in the Demon Tower, always taking the lead in battle and charging ahead.

There was also a strongman named Mo Ying, who was thin but exceptionally agile. His face was always hidden under a black hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He was good at assassination and sneak attacks, and was a dreaded assassin in the Demon Tower.

Except for Zhong Tian not being here, everyone else was present.

"Lord, why did you let that kid leave? Even if Zhong Tian stopped us, we could have trapped him," Mo Sha couldn't help but say, his voice echoing like thunder in the hall, full of unwillingness, obviously dissatisfied with Ling Xiao's departure.

Zhong Xuan's mouth raised a cold smile: "Who told you that I was going to let him go? It's just that Zhong Tian is right, getting the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword now is not good for our Demon Tower, and it's not good to deal with our own disciples for no reason. The Demon Tower still needs face."

Although Zhong Xuan had disdain for Zhong Tian's opinion, he also understood the stakes involved. He didn't want to ruin the reputation of the Demon Tower because of a moment of impulsiveness. After all, the Demon Tower was a well-known force in this world, and he had to consider it carefully.

"Does the Sect Master mean that he already has a way to deal with that kid?" Everyone's eyes lit up.

They were all old foxes and naturally understood Zhong Xuan's thoughts. Now that Ling Xiao had left the Demon Tower, the Demon Tower had no scruples. As long as they found a reason, they could unite with those outside people and capture Ling Xiao in the name of righteousness.

"But Sect Master, that kid is by no means an ordinary martial artist," an old man frowned and reminded. This old man was the brain trust of the Demon Tower, named Mo Zhi. Although he was old, his mind was still sharp.

"So many people have wanted the treasures in his hands for so long, but they have not succeeded. Instead, he has killed many of them. We must be careful."

Mo Zhi knew Ling Xiao's power well. He had carefully studied Ling Xiao's past experiences and knew that Ling Xiao was witty in battle and had unfathomable strength.

"I naturally know about this," Zhong Xuan said lightly, "I already have a way to deal with it. If he doesn't leave Star Picking Tower, then he will definitely fail here."

Zhong Xuan's plan was to first send someone to secretly test Ling Xiao's methods, then fabricate evidence that Ling Xiao colluded with external forces or violated the rules of the Demon Tower, and then unite with those external forces who had long coveted Ling Xiao's treasures to encircle and suppress him in the name of maintaining the right path or recovering the Demon Tower's treasures.

He would take action at the right time to ensure that Ling Xiao had no way to escape. He believed that with his wisdom and the Demon Tower's powerful strength, Ling Xiao would eventually become his prey.

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On the other side, Righteous Qi Hall, this martial arts sacred place that has stood at the pinnacle of the martial world for hundreds of years, is now bathed in the afterglow of dusk. The golden sunlight shines through the ancient window lattices, dappling the bluestone floor, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to this solemn building.

However, beneath this tranquility, there are hidden undercurrents that are unknown to outsiders.

Inside a simple and magnificent hall, Yu Zhengqi, the head of Righteous Qi Hall, sat upright in the main seat. He was wearing a long robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, his face was calm, and his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world.

He gently stroked a jade slip in his hand, which was a secret letter from the Night Owl, short but heavy, like a boulder pressing on his heart.

Suddenly, he parted his thin lips slightly, his voice light but with an undeniable majesty and decisiveness: "The Night Owl has sent a letter, it seems that the Demon Tower is really going to take action!"

Beside him, Yu Haoran, one of the elders of Righteous Qi Hall, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with an unyielding arrogance between his eyebrows.

No mistake, one first, one inside, one in one look!

He was wearing a blue martial suit, with a cold and gleaming long sword hanging from his waist, which was his companion for many years, witnessing the glory of his countless life-and-death battles.

Hearing this, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he could wring out water, his voice low and powerful, with a hint of undisguised surprise: "Take action against Ling Xiao?"

Yu Zhengqi nodded lightly, his eyes deep, as if piercing through the mist of time and seeing a more distant future.

He spoke slowly, his voice with a bit of vicissitudes and helplessness: "Ling Xiao's potential has even surprised me. He is not only skilled in martial arts, but also has a tenacious heart, which can be called a rare genius in Star Picking Tower for a hundred years. But since the Demon Tower has decided to take action, it must have its deep meaning."

Hearing this, Yu Haoran's mouth curled into a cold smile, a smile that was both disdainful and helpless.

He shook his head, his tone with a bit of sarcasm and self-deprecation:

"This Zhong Xuan, as the Lord of the Demon Tower, has always been cunning and resourceful, acting strangely. How could he make such a short-sighted move?

Does he really think that by taking action against Ling Xiao, he can get the legendary Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword? It's really ridiculous, it's just wishful thinking! Doesn't he understand that doing so will only make the Demon Tower's situation more difficult?"